Fu Jingtao defeated Li Yaoguang with his sword, which made the heroes mistakenly think that he was best at swordsmanship, and almost no one was optimistic that he would win another game with bare hands. Murong Buqi is the son of a master, with a profound family background and a profound cultivation.

, with copper fists and iron legs, you are shaking Yanyun in Liaodong. You want to use a short blow to the long one. Could it be that you are overwhelmed by the temporary victory?

Li Jiheng finally got the opportunity and gloated: "Hmph, I just won the game and raised my tail to the sky! I was so easily attacked by someone else's aggression, do you really think that he is an omnipotent god? If he was beaten to death by the Liao barbarians

, that would be a big fun!"

Ye Huayu, Ao Lei, Du Zhengchao and others all turned their heads and looked at Li Jiheng who was confused and ignorant of the inside, as if they suddenly discovered an idiot with half anger and half pity.

Li Jiheng stared at his little eyes and said, "What are you looking at? Did I say it wrong?"

Ao Lei laughed furiously and said softly: "Or what if we make a bet?"

Li Jiheng sneered: "Will Fu Jingtao lose the first move?"

Ao Lei resisted the urge to break the guy's nose with a punch, and said with a smile: "General Li, if Senior Brother Fu is defeated, I will pay you 10,000 taels of silver; if Senior Brother Fu wins, you take off your clothes and surround me.

Go to Tokyo City for a walk. How about it, do you dare to gamble?"

Li Jiheng was heartbroken, as if he saw a ingot of snow-white silver falling from the sky, and said with his hips: "There is no limit to the empty words, what if you lose your debt?"

Ye Huayu said coldly: "I am willing to guarantee it in the name of the Xuanyuan Family!"

"I guarantee it in the name of Taiyi Palace!"

"And me!"

...

Li Jiheng was not stupid. Seeing that all the young men came forward to support Ao Lei, he couldn't help but wonder and said suspiciously: "You won't unite to cheat me, are you?"

Ao Lei frowned and said, "Are you the one who is silly? Do you do it, hurry up!"

Li Jiheng's face turned red and he stomped his feet and said, "I've bet with you!"

"A man is a real man, and he is just a matter of words!"

The boys looked at each other and laughed, feeling proud and happy to succeed in their prank. Li Jiheng vaguely felt something was wrong, and there seemed to be a cold wind whistling under his crotch.

A loud shout suddenly sounded on the stage, Murong Buqi rushed away like an arrow from the string, his spine shook suddenly, penetrated his shoulders, arms, elbows, and wrists, reaching the tip of the protruding fist. The iron fist turned into a thousand-pound iron cone.

It hit Fu Jingtao's chest fiercely.

He had no temptation and did not hide his murderous intent with one move. This duel was related to the face of Lingbo Pavilion and the pattern of fighting for hegemony in the Central Plains. How could he show mercy? Since the opponent was foolishly abandoning his sword and not using it, he just happened to kill him in one go.

on the spot.

Murong Buqi is fast and powerful. When he rushes out, he is a fierce and unstoppable human-shaped Tyrannosaurus, which almost stops the viewer's breathing.

The cold coldness hits the face, and Fu Jingtao's eyelids are silent for a moment, staring at the movement of the enemy's fist, and deducing the final landing point and lethality of the punch in his mind at high speed. He does not retreat but advances, and swings his palms.

As the palm shadows emerge, the butterflies flew up like flowers and butterflies.

It was the third time he had confronted Murong Buqi, and Murong Buqi didn't know that he had transformed into Xiao Nu, the royal guard, and he didn't know that he had the magical ability that he could never forget, and used the same killer move.

There is no difference between automatically sending the gun to the gun. After having experienced the first two times, he could easily judge the change in reality of Murong Buqi's move, and suddenly bullied him out of his palm, and used the change of distance to limit the power of the enemy's fist and compete for it.

The initiative in the battle situation.

I saw a figure suddenly merging in the air, fists and palms hit each other, and slap! The conflict of energy exploded. Murong Buqi was as fierce as a tyrannosaurus, and the iron fist was powerful and full of murderous intent; Fu Jingtao was as strong as an eagle, and the palm shadow was as powerful as a real person, and it was difficult to alter the real and real person.

Capture. The wind is everywhere, and the thrilling and terrifying.

Murong Buqi never expected that the other party would understand his boxing skills. As soon as he fought, he was restrained by the enemy everywhere, he was both depressed and shocked. Whose monster was Fu Jingtao who could actually crack the unique skills of Lingbo Pavilion?!

My mind was ups and downs, and my reaction was a little slower. Bang! I was immediately hit hard, and my body flew several feet away.

There is a needle falling from the audience.

Even the top masters such as Gao Zhenghuan and Sheng Shifeng were stunned and could hardly believe the scene they saw in front of them - Fu Jingtao is not only proficient in fist and foot skills, but his moves are also above Murong Buqi! Although Murong Buqi took the lead in launching an offensive,

He was determined to win, but his boxing skills were defeated so hard that he was even kicked several feet away!

An absurd thought flashed through everyone's hearts. Could Fu Jingtao win in a row?

Li Jiheng was like stepping on the air and falling into the abyss. It turned out that Ao Lei and the others were deliberately putting a trap! Fu Jingtao's palm technique was actually better than sword technique! Imagine the scene of him taking off all his clothes and running around the city, his legs swaying.

I have the heart to draw my sword and commit suicide.

Murong Buqi turned around as if nothing had happened, gritted his teeth and said, "What kind of palm technique are you doing?"

Fu Jingtao said in a deep voice: "This is the Qiandian Palm of Angry Sea, one of Xuanyuan's ten magical skills!"

"Are you a thousand-fold palms in the Angry Sea?" Murong Buqi's face flashed with a grim look and shouted: "Then come and taste the flying dragon-turning claws in my Lingbo Pavilion!" His ten fingers bent into dragon claws, and his arms were thunderbolts.

Shaking, his whole body was like a dragon coming out of water, and he pounced on him with murderous intent again.

"Flying Dragon Turns into Thunder Claws" is Murong Bei's famous skill. He has torn apart many powerful enemies' bodies under his claws. It is said that he was creating when he saw the python turning into a dragon to fight against the thunder tribulation. His moves are like thunder and the dragon claws are sharp.

Like a sword and a halberd, killing monsters and subduing demons are like tearing paper. The flying dragon claws are practiced with secret techniques to reach the realm of great success, piercing through rocks like tofu, and the skin of the arms is tough as covered by dragon scales, and is not afraid of ordinary swords and slashing.

Brush! Your claws are like hooks, flying left and right and snatching them hard.

This was the first time Fu Jingtao saw this unique skill known for killing, which aroused his competitive spirit, and he poked his palms out and rushed into the claw shadow.

The two of them were stirring together in an instant, their figures leaped, suddenly separated, sometimes collided, and shouted like thunder, and they were thrilling in the battle between dragons and tigers.

Due to the loss of the advantage of predicting the opponent's moves, Fu Jingtao could no longer restrain Murong Buqi as he had just now. The two of them fought quickly and fought head-on, and they could not make any tricks. In such a head-on confrontation, Murong Buqi could not do anything.

The characteristics of profound internal strength are fully reflected. The iron claws open the way and rely on their strength to force it to crush it, forcing Fu Jingtao to retreat.

Fortunately, Fu Jingtao wore a steel arm guard and repeatedly used this to resolve the killing moves in critical moments. However, the dragon claw hand was extremely powerful, and he still grabbed several blood marks on the back of his palm, dripping blood.

The warriors who supported Murong Buqi finally put their hearts back in their stomachs, cheered wildly, wishing they could decide the outcome with the next move.
Chapter completed!